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May 2014
I woke this morning with a smile
I think it'll be my last one, for a while.
I am drowning, not yet dead
It was all just in my head
Everything we ever were
Now my vision starts to blur
Because now I struggle for each breath
and I would gladly welcome death
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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